A short eating disorder poem for a hot day

In the mirror,

There’s a flaw.

Then two, then three —

My heart is raw.

I hate my hips.

I hate my thighs.

I hate my ass.

(I like my eyes.)

I hate my tummy,

Hate my knees.

Make it stop now, 

Pretty please.

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